I tried without success again yesterday to kick myself up to a handstand position against the wall. I think my biggest fear is actually making it up and then falling on my head and breaking my neck.
Anyway, when Martin came up I asked him to help me again. And again, I screamed like a baby when I was upside down. My second attempt was better and I actually held it for a few seconds before screaming for help. Martin tried it, too. I had to help him up. It wasn't that hard getting his legs up and he only kicked me in the throat once.
I haven't run since December 31st, 13 days ago. At the gym, I did 10 minutes on the elliptical, an hour of weights, 10 more minutes on the elliptical (planned on 20, but I got super bored), then headed to the treadmills to do one mile. I started out at a super-duper slow 5.0, took a minute break every quarter mile and upped the speed a teensy bit so I ended at a 5.8, which left me super winded, and sad since once upon a time it was my easy speed.
My fingers are crossed that my foot will feel perfectly fine tomorrow morning.
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